Growing up in a small town in Georgia, hasn’t prepared him for the more
liberal life of a student at the university in Athens. Add to that the
teachings of his parents and his church, and you have one shy young man who
feels out of his depth. Working on his daddy’s farm hasn’t given him any chance
of a social life, certainly not one like the clubs of Atlanta have on offer.
Not that Tommy feels comfortable when he gets to sample it—Momma’s lectures
still ring loudly inside his head.

All that changes when he goes to his first gay bar and sets eyes on Mike
Scott.

When Mike’s not behind the bar at Woofs, he’s busy with his life as
adult entertainer Scott Masters. Twenty years in the industry and the times,
they are a-changing. Mike’s not had much luck in the relationship department,
but as his mom is fond of telling him, you keep fishing in the same pond, you’re
gonna reel in the same kind of fish. Maybe it’s time for a change.

And then a beautiful young man asks Mike to be his first….

Pages or Words: 272
pages, 104,000 words

Categories: Contemporary,
Erotica, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

Excerpt:

“I see your stalker’s here
again.”

“Huh?” Mike frowned. “What
are you talking about now, Kev?” He concentrated on the drink order for Dave
and his friends over in the corner.

Kevin grinned and flicked
his head toward the rear of the bar. “You know exactly who I’m talking ’bout. Mr. Cutie Pie over there with the
muscles. Y’know, the one who’s been sitting on that barstool every Saturday
night for the last five weeks?” He arched his eyebrows. “Don’t give me that
‘butter wouldn’t melt’ act. I seen you looking.” His grin widened. “G’on, tell
me I’m wrong.”

Mike wasn’t about to give
him the satisfaction. “You’re wrong,” he stated emphatically.

Kevin stared. “Hell, you’re
a poor liar.” Then his eyes gleamed. “In that case, you can take him his
burger, tater tots, and Cherry Coke. Maybe you could even get him to say a few
words beyond ‘Hey.’ ’Cause I swear that’s all I’ve ever heard out of that
pretty little mouth of his.”

Mike snickered. “I think if
I spoke to him, he’d piss his pants.”

Kevin guffawed and went off
to the back of the bar. Inside Mike was cursing himself. He’d been careful not
to glance too openly at the guy. Those queens he worked with were too damn good
at spotting when one of them was taking an interest in a customer. And fuck it,
he was interested in the painfully shy but so sexy young man who
hadn’t said a word.

“And then there’s the fact
that every time he comes in here,” Kevin continued, appearing beside him as if
there hadn’t been a break in conversation, “I watch him look 'round the bar
’til he sees you.” That grin was still in place.

“Are you still going on about him?” Mike
demanded. “Sure you’re not the one here who’s fixating?”

Kevin held up his hands. “I
just call it like I see it. I think he’s only here to ogle you.”

“Well, he’s gonna be disappointed
if he turns up in a couple week’s time, isn’t he, ’cause I won’t be here.”

Kevin’s brow furrowed.
“Since when do you not work on weekends?”

“Since I’ll be in LA, that’s
when.” Mike returned his grin. “Remember?”

“Oh, yeah, you’ve got a
shoot. I’d clean forgotten.” He faked a sad face. “Aw, how you gonna cope
without seeing that gorgeous bod?” He leered. “Then again, don’t worry your
head about it. I’m sure me or Patrick can take care of him.” He waggled his
eyebrows.

Mike groaned. “For fuck’s sake,
just leave the kid alone, okay? He’s not hurting anyone.” Mike had seen enough
to know the guy wasn’t going to be a problem. He preferred this quiet
observation to the occasional gropings of fans when he made appearances at
Hustlaball or Southern Decadence. The kid appeared to have good manners.

“Here’s his order.” Kevin
handed him the tray containing the Angus burger, tater tots, and Cherry Coke.
“I’m sure he’ll be delighted to get it from you.” That shit-eating grin just
wouldn’t quit.

Mike shook his head and took
the tray. He walked over to where the young guy sat, his eyes widening as Mike
approached. “Here you go,” Mike said cheerfully, setting the food down in front
of him.

The young guy blushed
furiously. “Th-thanks.” He lowered his gaze and commenced picking at his tots.

Mike retreated to a safe
distance and watched him while he ate. He liked the look of those wide
shoulders, the reddish-brown hair, not too short, the barest hint of scruff on
his jawline and those striking green eyes. His skin was creamy where it showed,
which spoke of a lot of time spent covered up. With his coloring, that was
understandable. But that body was speaking even louder to Mike’s dick, which
was definitely interested,
judging by the way it filled as he feasted on the delectable view before him.

His attention was forcibly
drawn away when someone pinched his ass, good and hard.

Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C.
WELLS always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when
childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.
K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, when the purchase of a ménage storyline
led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In
2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do
something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about
men in love was even hotter….

K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute
of her new career. The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows
that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where
K.C goes, it goes.

And as for those men in love that she writes about?
The list of stories just waiting to be written is getting longer… and
longer….